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The air in the office crackled with tension, a palpable force that hung heavy in the silence. Benedict, his face contorted with a mixture of anger and frustration, stood up from his CEO's swivel chair, his eyes fixed on Paulina, his wife-to-be. He walked towards her, his steps deliberate, his movements filled with a simmering rage. Paulina, her face pale with shock, her eyes wide with disbelief, stood frozen in place, her heart pounding in her chest. She had never seen him this angry before, never witnessed the simmering fury that now burned within him. Without a warning, Benedict raised his hand, his fingers curling into a fist, and he struck her across the face, a resounding slap that echoed through the room. The impact sent a jolt of pain through Paulina's head, a sharp, stinging